Smart Wolf: Later
"You're so pretty," Stiles said. Same thing as earlier, where his mind did what it wasn't supposed to and let through anything he thought, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not. He groaned and reached for her hand, batting at it a little, and then tried to sit up. He went a little too fast and he froze, half-way up and gripping the back of the couch to keep himself from falling. Room spinning, couldn't focus.
He groaned again and then, very slowly, he pulled himself to sitting.
"Oh my god, my neck hurts. I'm not sober and my neck hurts." He leaned back against the back of the couch, moving his hands to his face. He put them together over his nose, and then rubbed his cheeks a little. God. Cold fingers, head hurt, and the morons were still traipsing off into the woods. Nope, nope, nope.
He straightened up a little and then grabbed for Ruby's hand. "Where is this better place to sleep and how do we get there?"